Things I used not do for you.

I used to consider many things in our love.
Knowing I would never be the only one
striving quietly as Your slave
I wanted to be perfect, the hardest beaten
with the softest touch.
the one that pleased You above all others.

I would dress without perfuming
although I knew You sensory and fond
so You wouldn’t return to your number one
brushed with that foreign scent of our love
and heavy scene
a thin layer of skin off your hand.

I did not drink alcohol in the days
that precluded our exchange
through my dedicated veins
the river of blood flows pristine
and thumps with You.
It was the purest I could muster

I could never be Your only
only ever longing on and on
You would never know
and I needn’t  be so proud to share
but these are some things I used not do for you.